CHAPTER 417: WITH MARINA

Once again R-18

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Marina’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of him. He was everything she wanted, everything she craved. A shiver of anticipation danced down her spine. He reached for her hands again, pulling her gently towards him until their bodies were almost touching. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, melting away the last vestiges of her self-consciousness.

A slow smile spread across his face, transforming his features. He lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

The kiss deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, inviting her to respond. She opened her mouth wider, allowing him access, meeting his passion with her own. The world narrowed to the feel of his lips on hers, the taste of him, the scent of his skin.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes still locked on hers. With agonizing slowness, he slid them down her legs, pausing to press a kiss to her inner thigh as they fell to the floor. He then removed her underwear, leaving her completely bare before him.

He stepped back for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her body once more, his eyes filled with an undisguised hunger. "God, you’re beautiful," he breathed, his voice hoarse.

He stepped back towards her, his body heat enveloping her. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her effortlessly to the bed. He laid her down gently, then followed her, lowering himself onto the mattress beside her.

He supported himself on one arm, his gaze intense, his desire palpable. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Ready?" he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, Asher," she whispered. "Please."

He lowered his head, his lips finding hers again. This time, the kiss was urgent, demanding. He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

He moved lower, trailing kisses down her neck, across her chest, his lips lingering on her breasts, teasing her nipples until she moaned with pleasure. He moved lower still, his lips tracing a path down her stomach, igniting every nerve ending in their wake.

He paused at the juncture of her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.

She arched her back, pressing herself against him. "Please, Asher," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "Don’t stop."

He needed no further encouragement. He lowered his head and began to explore her with his tongue, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure.

And then, with a final, earth-shattering climax, she shattered, her body trembling in his arms. He held her close, whispering words of comfort and praise, until her breathing returned to normal.

He lifted himself slightly, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

She looked at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I’m perfect," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He lowered himself onto her, his body fitting perfectly against hers. He began to move slowly, deliberately, igniting a new wave of pleasure within her.

This time, the pleasure was more intense, more profound. The slow, deliberate movements of his body against hers ignited a fire that threatened to consume them both. Each thrust was a spark, building to a raging inferno. He watched her face, gauging her reaction, slowing or deepening his movements as needed. He was attuned to her, wanting to give her every ounce of pleasure he could.

Marina met his gaze, her eyes glazed with passion. She moved with him, her hands gripping his back, urging him closer. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as the sensations built, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her.

He continued his deliberate assault, his movements growing bolder, more insistent. He explored every inch of her body with his hands, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, sending shivers of delight through her.

The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter within her until she thought she would shatter. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin, desperate for release.

He felt her nearing the edge, her muscles tightening, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. He increased his pace, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

And then, with a final, explosive release, she crossed the threshold, her body convulsing in his arms. He held her tight, riding the wave of pleasure with her, his own release following close behind.

They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of their hearts pounding in their chests.

Asher shifted, rolling onto his side, careful not to put his full weight on her. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and concern. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle and tender.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Marina nodded, her eyes still glazed with the afterglow of their lovemaking. "That was..." she trailed off, searching for the right words. "Incredible."

A hint of a smile touched his lips. "I’m glad you enjoyed it." He paused, his gaze becoming more serious. "Thank you for trusting me, Marina."

The air hung thick with the scent of exertion and arousal. Asher, still propped on his side, his fingers gently stroking strands of her hair, a silent question in his eyes. The shared experience had forged a fragile connection, a bridge built on raw sensation and a surprising level of trust. The afterglow hung heavy.

Marina met his gaze, the heat still simmering beneath the surface. The earth-shattering climax had momentarily quelled the fire, but embers of desire glowed. A slow, sensual stretch rippled through her body, a testament to the pleasure she had experienced.

She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the rough stubble scratching against her skin. "Don’t stop," she murmured, her voice husky with lingering desire.

Undeniable pleasure crossed Asher’s face. He needed no further invitation. He leaned down and captured her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips, then slipping inside to dance with hers. He tasted her – the lingering sweetness of their shared climax, the saltiness of her skin. The kiss was slower, sweeter.

His hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of her breast, his thumb gently circling her nipple. It hardened instantly, a silent plea for more attention. He obliged, teasing the sensitive bud with his fingertips, sending shivers of anticipation through her. He moved lower, his lips following the path his hand had taken. He kissed the hollow of her throat, the curve of her collarbone, the swell of her breast. He suckled gently, then harder, drawing a moan from her lips.

He moved back to her mouth, kissing her deeply as his hand traced the line of her stomach, then dipped lower, his fingers gently probing the space between her thighs.

Marina gasped, her body arching slightly. She was slick and ready. Asher lowered his head, his breath hot against her skin. He parted her thighs wider, his fingers finding her clit. He began to stroke her gently, teasing the sensitive flesh until she moaned with pleasure.

He increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster, more insistently, learning her rhythm. She writhed beneath him, her body trembling with need. He paused, hovering just out of reach, his breath hot against her skin.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Marina’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with his. "More," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "Please."

He needed no further encouragement. He lowered his head and began to lick and suckle her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure.

He continued until her body shattered once more, her body trembling uncontrollably. He held her close, whispering soft words until her breathing returned to normal.

He lifted himself slightly, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft.

She looked at him, her eyes shining. "More than alright," she whispered. "Thank you."

*****

Hours Passed as they finally stopped.

The room was quiet now.

Soft moonlight spilled through the high window, cutting silver lines across the floorboards. Marina sat up slowly, brushing her hair behind one ear. Her robe was drawn tightly around her again, but her posture had changed—no longer playful, no longer teasing. There was something calmer in her eyes now. Maybe even reverence.

Asher stood near the balcony, arms folded, staring out toward the ocean in the distance. He didn’t speak. Not at first.

Finally, it was Marina who broke the silence. "Thank you for taking care of my selfish request" She said smiling though there was hidden regret as despite her offering herself like this, Asher wasn’t rough with her, if it was anything she felt as if she was his woman, whom he love and such but alas this si just an one time thing.

Asher looked at her as he opened his mouth " if you want you can be my woman like others."